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5 LUCY NEAL

I was born in Alabama, My massa name was Deal, He used to own a yuler gal Hee name was Lucy Neal My massa he did sell me, Because he thought I'd steal, Which canted a separation, Oh myself and Lucy Neal Ohǃ poor Lucy Neal Ohǃ poor Lucy Neal; If I had her by my side How happy I should feel.

One night the nigger gave a ball; Miss Lucy danced a reel But none was dare dat could compare Wid my sweet Lucy Neal, She used to go eat wid us, To plek cotton in de fiel' And dere is where I fell in Jub Wid my sweet Lucy Neal O poor Lucy Neal, &c.

Miss Lucy she was taken ill, How bad it makes me feel, De Doctor the g her up Alas, poor Lucy Neal One day I got a letter And jet black was the sea; It was denouncement on the death Oh my poor Lucy Neal. Oh poor Lucy Neal. &c.

Dey born her from my bosom, But de wound day cannot heal; And my heart, my heart is breaking For I kih'd sweet Lucy Neal. Oh, yes when I am dying, And dark visions round me steal. De last low murmer in dis life, Shall he sweet Lucy Neal, Oh, poor Lucy Neal, &c.